Q: What makes you so special?
A: Nothing much. I'm just a perfect guy living a perfect life.

Q: Is it possible to be in your "Friends" list?
A: "Nope" if you're married and "Yes" if you think I'm a jerk. Just send me a picture of yourself which contains no nudity as well as a link to your blog or something.

Q: Omg! You're so cool! Can I have your autograph?
A: Of course, not!

Q: Can you [input anything here] for me? Please?
A: What do I get?

Q: You look serious all the time. Are you dying from a sickness or something?
A: I might if I see you every day. I'm friendly to people I know and un-friendly to people I do not know. As simple as that.

Q: Some of your posts are really mean. Don't you feel ashamed?
A: Why should I? As long as I'm telling the truth, I don't see the problem. At least I don't lie just to make people like/adore me. I have fans of my own - maybe in my fantasy world but that doesn't matter. What matters here is that you're jealous and I knew IT! Ha-ha!

Q: Why are you blushing all the time?
A: Back where I came from, the climate was nothing similar. I'm used to the fresh cold air of the suburb highlands. Ah, good 'ol days!

Q: Do you have a Facebook account? Can I be your friend?
A: Yes I do and no I don't accept requests from strangers. I do have a Ruumz account. You can check it here. (Ruumz? WTH?!)

Q: Some of my questions are not answered! Where can I seek help from thee wise one?
A: You can go to Ask Me section or you can just leave a reply anywhere.

Magimatically, I’m still yours!

I spent for almost 15 minutes thinking would it be wise to put ❤ in the title but after putting my mind to it, I decided not to because it would kindda make me sound too feminish (not that it is wrong or something, it is just that it doesn’t look proper… I think…). Nevertheless, be glad that I’m still here~ in my old dusty blog which happened to be dead for some reason.

Earlier this morning, I realised something, well nothing in particular actually, hmm well I might as well call it as “insight” about life, I guess… You know, how people had been babbling and nagging about how difficult their life is, and how they envy with those people around them who happened to be living a so called joyful life, well of course, this is through their lenses, not really the whole picture to begin with. Not that all these really matters or something, but somehow I feel that nobody actually feels, uhhh, I don’t really know how to put it into words, or maybe the best word that I could use to describe this is ummm “grateful” of what they have?

Some people, they tend to go for more.

“I had this much, so why can’t I have more?”

and if they don’t have any, they tend to question why.

“The others got the chance to have [something]. Why can’t I?”

Well, I could say that those statement up there represents, I dunno, maybe the whole population of human being? In a way or another, I may not have any concrete proof to back up those statements, however, if you were to think it through, very thoroughly, carefully, you’d might just agree.

Although my point was not proven, or deliberately delivered, or explained extensively, I would also live to emphasis on another issue – why is it sooooooo freaking (freaking is an adjective people use when they ran out of ideas) difficult for people to realise how much another person, for instance, me, or anybody else; care about him or her? As much as it is very deeply excruciatingly painful and frustrating, this other person, for instance again, me, or anybody else; still clings to the person he or she cared without hesitation. On second thought, could this be somekind of witchcraft that some people naturally develop inside of them? Well, I’m just stating that since usually people who are involved in this “witchcraft” thingy have this alluring aura, lovable essence or something, again, just a thought… not a fact or anything…

But if you were to ask me, I’m not tired of waiting because if you give up so easily, then wheres the thrill, right? ;D